some days i can't get enough.
it's good for me to bathe in words
trying to find some i haven't yet used;
i depend too much on others to inspire me
when i can't make sense of what i've
been given. but without seeing what others are
creating i'll never be able to create
something better. we all have philosophies
and i try hard to follow mine.
when i'm done pulling out hairs still
attached to my head i'll make something up
and hope it matters. if not i'm slinking back
to the word bath hoping it will throw me a strong enough line
before i drown in recycled filth.